Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

sharp edges

Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher

in that tapestryI see a patternasymmetry of natureunadorned in a drab canvassfootprints leads one to parentsthe universal one, mother earthshe cushions the sharp edgeszigzag branches imprison the light on the groundtrack marks are inevitableto roll into invisible something

"pour water over melet the fine details embed into meI will draw circlesdo thumb painting"

I have not tried to read this without the illustration you provide. I see, through your description, an entire image of the universe in that little mud puddle--from the artifacts of humans to the pinnacle of creation. I will have to re-look at finger painting and more to see what I missed when I just thought it was finger marks in the goop! Thank you!

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.